You're running, you're screaming, and I can't even see what happened. You're puking on the floor.
You're missing the point again, I can't understand when it happened again. You're puking on the floor.

It's just a game and it happens every day.

It happens to me, affecting everybody, and affecting everything. Don't believe what you know. Don't believe what you do.
Cuz everything is fake and the makers know what's true.

You're living, you're dying, you tell me you're flying. The secrets are out now and you do not know how.
The tabs on your tounge say that it's just a big game. You're trippin', you're buggin' and that's what you're loving.